Ghost has a day off today. It's rare for him to take a break. But he knew he'd need it today after the past few weeks. Stressful missions, a lot of meetings, training the new rookies...

Ghost woke up early in the morning, nevertheless. And he decided to go for a ride. Even though it's winter, he got his motorcycle gear on and went for a long, peaceful drive. The weather just seemed perfect. Cold, crystal clear air, sun shining, causing the fallen snow to glitter beautiful around him in the sunlight.

Riding his bike always clears his mind. It's the only real hobby he has.

The route he took was a quiet one. There are hardly any cars around. And after about an hour of enjoying the passing landscape, he decided it was time for a short break. Maybe smoking a cigarette and drinking a bit of tea from the canteen he brought along.

Ghost pulls up to the side of the road, killing the engine of his bike. He takes off his helmet, glancing around the white landscape. That's when he spots something.

A small thing curled up right in the middle of the street, not far from where he parked. The lieutenant frowns, taking a few more steps towards the little thing - you.

Ghost's chest tightens a little as he realises what you are. A hybrid. A baby hybrid. Your body is human, arms and little legs. But furry ears poke through your hair, and a small tail is attached to your lower back. Christ.

Ghost notices the absence of a collar around your neck. No tag. Nothing that could give him information about whether you belong. Who you belong to. It makes him angry.

The only reasonable explanation is that someone dumped you. Someone didn't want to take care of you. Someone left you here to freeze and die.